[Alucard claws at his throat, nails digging into flesh. There's something there. There's a hand there, it's trying to choke him. His other hand reaches up at the air, slashing at eyes that aren't there.]
Trevor!? Sypha?!
[He's yelling for them, because he knows that'll fix the problem.]
[ He shouldn't touch Alucard. He knows that much. But- shit, he's hurting himself. And he can't let him keep doing that, either. He reaches out, sliding his hand between Alucard's hand and his throat, trying to guide it away. Trying to guide him back from wherever the fuck he is right now. ]
I'm here, Adrian. I'm here I'm not going to leave you-
I'm not going to leave you, Adrian. For all your long, long life. The mortals will fade, given time. But I? I will still be here. The oldest friend you will ever have. The only one you'll have left.
They'll be gone eventually, my dear prince. And then you will have eternity with only me. I wonder, how many centuries of this do you think you can manage?
[ There's another hand now. And that should be impossible, because that would mean Carmilla has three hands and two of them are occupying the same space. But logic doesn't matter here. Another of those bony hands threads its fingers through Alucard's, trying to wrestle his hand away from his throat. ]
It's warm. So it can't be Carmilla. But it's still Carmilla, still her awful face, still her awful hands wringing his neck, and so Alucard's free hand grabs onto whatever he can and tries to fling it away. It's fast and furious and he's so scared and so worried and wanting to be free.]
No. No you don't get to be here for eternity, you're just...you're dead. More than dead. I...
[He snarls and shoves forward, as if attacking Carmilla will chase her away instead.]
[ Alucard's hand grips his arm, and for a moment that seems correct. But- but shit, his arm doesn't bend that way, and Alucard is stronger than the joint of his elbow and-
You don't get to be here, he says, before his elbow gives an awful pop. And then there is a snarl- a real, vampiric one - and he's sent flying back against the ground, arm twisted in entirely the wrong direction, Alucard's weight coming down on his wrist until it gives with a sickening crunch.
He manages not to scream. But in truth, he probably didn't need to. The pained whimper and the choked attempt at taking in breath are loud enough to dismiss Carmilla, even if the pop and crunch weren't. She's gone, and Sypha's approaching footsteps are still a few hallways away. Alucard is alone with Trevor once again. ]
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[Alucard claws at his throat, nails digging into flesh. There's something there. There's a hand there, it's trying to choke him. His other hand reaches up at the air, slashing at eyes that aren't there.]
Trevor!? Sypha?!
[He's yelling for them, because he knows that'll fix the problem.]
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I'm here, Adrian. I'm here I'm not going to leave you-
I'm not going to leave you, Adrian. For all your long, long life. The mortals will fade, given time. But I? I will still be here. The oldest friend you will ever have. The only one you'll have left.
They'll be gone eventually, my dear prince. And then you will have eternity with only me. I wonder, how many centuries of this do you think you can manage?
[ There's another hand now. And that should be impossible, because that would mean Carmilla has three hands and two of them are occupying the same space. But logic doesn't matter here. Another of those bony hands threads its fingers through Alucard's, trying to wrestle his hand away from his throat. ]
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It's warm. So it can't be Carmilla. But it's still Carmilla, still her awful face, still her awful hands wringing his neck, and so Alucard's free hand grabs onto whatever he can and tries to fling it away. It's fast and furious and he's so scared and so worried and wanting to be free.]
No. No you don't get to be here for eternity, you're just...you're dead. More than dead. I...
[He snarls and shoves forward, as if attacking Carmilla will chase her away instead.]
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You don't get to be here, he says, before his elbow gives an awful pop. And then there is a snarl- a real, vampiric one - and he's sent flying back against the ground, arm twisted in entirely the wrong direction, Alucard's weight coming down on his wrist until it gives with a sickening crunch.
He manages not to scream. But in truth, he probably didn't need to. The pained whimper and the choked attempt at taking in breath are loud enough to dismiss Carmilla, even if the pop and crunch weren't. She's gone, and Sypha's approaching footsteps are still a few hallways away. Alucard is alone with Trevor once again. ]